Chapter 15 Rewards of the Tournament
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Xuan Er
Seeing this scene, everyone else was a little shocked.
To know.
After breaking through to a martial artist, the Blood Qi Pill will not have much effect.
"Hiss, did I hear correctly? Is he still a warrior?"
"Blood Qi Pill is useless for martial artists!"
"A warrior killed the West Wind Wolf King? If that's the case, then he should also be a nine-star warrior!"
Everyone was also a little scared. It is very rare for a warrior to kill the Western Wolf King.
After receiving the Blood Energy Pill handed over by the staff, An Heng left the Lingshan Hall straight away.
This time the harvest was quite fruitful, with a total of seven blood qi pills!
In addition to the blood qi pills looted from those two people, An Heng now has a total of fourteen pills on his body.
An Heng had a rough estimate in his mind, if he wanted to be promoted to the level of a martial artist, he would need about ten more.
After becoming a martial artist, his training points can grow faster.
Just a trip, the burrow has already spent a few hours,
Now that the sun is rising, An Heng still plans to go back to the martial arts hall first.
An Heng's departure did not stop those people from discussing.
"Counting down the masters in Qingfeng City, I don't have any impression of him."
"That's wrong. In the Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall in Qingfeng City, there is a Zou Si nicknamed Tiger Madness. Just like the boy just now, he brought back the corpse of a wolf king, and..."
Immediately someone interrupted him.
"That's not the same. Although Koos brought back the body of the wolf king, he was seriously injured."
Everyone on the side also nodded, and the two decided to judge.
Phoenix Dance Martial Arts.
When An Heng returned to the martial arts hall, he found that all the disciples in the outer courtyard were gathered together by senior brother Wang Ping.
They looked like they were talking about something very important.
Everyone was discussing excitedly.
"Are you going to participate?"
"The martial arts tournament in three days' time?"
"Why not! You know, although this martial arts competition was proposed by the Lord of Qingfeng City, getting the first prize is still very generous."
"Directly give away ten bottles of Blood Qi Pill and Chongmai Pill! The total value is nearly one million!"
"However, skills and weapons are optional among the lower ranks of the third rank!"
Hearing this, An Heng immediately became interested.
"Although the rewards are generous, there are no chances at all!"
"In addition to us, the martial arts gym participating this time also includes Tiger Roaring Martial Arts Gym and Ben Dao Martial Arts Gym!"
"Although only warriors are allowed to participate in this martial arts competition, there is one nine-star warrior in each of the other two martial arts halls."
As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone else was a little disappointed.
In the Fengwu Martial Arts Gym, no one has broken through to become a nine-star martial artist.
From the current point of view, only Bai Lin and Yang Xiang have a slight chance of winning the championship.
The two of them also stood aside, happy in their hearts.
Although the realm of the two is only eighth rank.
However, the exercises he practiced have already reached a small perfection.
"Aren't I a nine-star warrior?"
An Heng said suddenly.
"Anheng?"
"Junior Brother An?"
Everyone was a little surprised.
These days, An Heng has taught them how to practice.
In the outer courtyard, it also has some prestige.
"Could it be that Junior Brother An has become a nine-star martial artist?"
After Wang Ping heard the news, he felt a little helpless.
After An Heng finished speaking, his eyes lit up.
But I have some doubts in my heart.
In just a few days, did Junior Brother An break through and become a nine-star martial artist?
Bai Lin and Yang Xiang were also a little surprised.
The last time I saw An Heng was the Seven Star Warrior!
"Is this the charm of talent!"
"Brother An is awesome!"
"Then if that's the case, our Fengwu Martial Arts Academy may be able to compete for the first place!"
"I want to sign up for this competition!"
An Heng said unhurriedly.
Originally, An Heng didn't want to show off the limelight, after all, cultivation is the most important thing.
But who made him give too much!
Ten bottles of blood energy pills are enough to break through and become a one-star martial artist.
What's more, there are ten bottles of Chongmai Pill and third-rank low-level skills and weapons!
An Heng remembered the 10 yuan first-grade high-level sword in the mall.
Wang Ping said in a meaningful way.
"Little brother, you should think about it carefully, after all, swords have no eyes."
Martial arts competitions are not like usual sparring, and if you are not careful, your life may be in danger.
"Thank you, brother, for your kindness, but I have full confidence!"
Wang Ping also nodded helplessly.
He intends to inform Master about this matter.
After listening to Senior Brother Wang Ping's words, everyone suddenly realized something.
Although senior brother An Heng is very talented, he lacks experience in combat.
Many people were a little downcast.
Wang Ping looked at the outer court disciples again, and said loudly.
"Who wants to sign up for the tournament?"
The disciples below all looked at each other in blank dismay.
Wang Ping said again.
"Master said, as long as you sign up for the martial arts competition, you will be rewarded with a bottle of blood energy pill! If you are injured, there will be other rewards!"
Wang Ping paused.
"Of course, the cultivation level must be at least seven stars or higher!"
Everyone present was a little excited after hearing this.
Immediately someone spoke up.
"I want to participate!"
"me too!"
The people who spoke were Bai Lin and Yang Yang.
They are sure of getting the first ten points.
And some other people with enough cultivation bases no longer hesitated.
Sign up enthusiastically. Although they are seven-star fighters, their master's reward is still a bit exciting.
That was a bottle of blood qi pill.
After Wang Ping's registration was completed, he also looked at everyone.
"Then these people are for the time being."
Wang Ping looked at An Heng again, and decided to check with his master first.
After Wang Ping left, Liu Long said anxiously to An Heng.
"An Heng, why are you so stupid!"
"This time, there are two nine-star warriors in the Huxiao Martial Arts Gym and the Bendao Martial Arts Gym participating in the competition! Narousi, before, he went to the cave to kill the existence of the West Wind Wolf King alone!"
"I heard that that person has a crazy personality!"
Wu Tian, who had been instructed by An Heng, also said worriedly.
"Senior Brother An, although the rewards are very generous, there is no need to be in a hurry. If you get injured, it will be fatal to your cultivation!"
For their persuasion, An Heng's heart warmed up.
"Anheng?"
Yang Yang came over at some point.
"Let me advise you, it's better not to participate. There are two nine-star fighters in this tournament!"
"Be a little self-aware!"
"He was right."
Bai Lin took over the conversation.
An Heng felt a little funny.
"No need, you should take care of yourself more!"
The two were a little surprised, then shook their heads and left.
An Heng felt helpless.
Now I am already a nine-star martial artist, but I have said it all.
Why does no one believe in themselves and be able to win the championship?
To know.
After breaking through to a martial artist, the Blood Qi Pill will not have much effect.
"Hiss, did I hear correctly? Is he still a warrior?"
"Blood Qi Pill is useless for martial artists!"
"A warrior killed the West Wind Wolf King? If that's the case, then he should also be a nine-star warrior!"
Everyone was also a little scared. It is very rare for a warrior to kill the Western Wolf King.
After receiving the Blood Energy Pill handed over by the staff, An Heng left the Lingshan Hall straight away.
This time the harvest was quite fruitful, with a total of seven blood qi pills!
In addition to the blood qi pills looted from those two people, An Heng now has a total of fourteen pills on his body.
An Heng had a rough estimate in his mind, if he wanted to be promoted to the level of a martial artist, he would need about ten more.
After becoming a martial artist, his training points can grow faster.
Just a trip, the burrow has already spent a few hours,
Now that the sun is rising, An Heng still plans to go back to the martial arts hall first.
An Heng's departure did not stop those people from discussing.
"Counting down the masters in Qingfeng City, I don't have any impression of him."
"That's wrong. In the Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall in Qingfeng City, there is a Zou Si nicknamed Tiger Madness. Just like the boy just now, he brought back the corpse of a wolf king, and..."
Immediately someone interrupted him.
"That's not the same. Although Koos brought back the body of the wolf king, he was seriously injured."
Everyone on the side also nodded, and the two decided to judge.
Phoenix Dance Martial Arts.
When An Heng returned to the martial arts hall, he found that all the disciples in the outer courtyard were gathered together by senior brother Wang Ping.
They looked like they were talking about something very important.
Everyone was discussing excitedly.
"Are you going to participate?"
"The martial arts tournament in three days' time?"
"Why not! You know, although this martial arts competition was proposed by the Lord of Qingfeng City, getting the first prize is still very generous."
"Directly give away ten bottles of Blood Qi Pill and Chongmai Pill! The total value is nearly one million!"
"However, skills and weapons are optional among the lower ranks of the third rank!"
Hearing this, An Heng immediately became interested.
"Although the rewards are generous, there are no chances at all!"
"In addition to us, the martial arts gym participating this time also includes Tiger Roaring Martial Arts Gym and Ben Dao Martial Arts Gym!"
"Although only warriors are allowed to participate in this martial arts competition, there is one nine-star warrior in each of the other two martial arts halls."
As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone else was a little disappointed.
In the Fengwu Martial Arts Gym, no one has broken through to become a nine-star martial artist.
From the current point of view, only Bai Lin and Yang Xiang have a slight chance of winning the championship.
The two of them also stood aside, happy in their hearts.
Although the realm of the two is only eighth rank.
However, the exercises he practiced have already reached a small perfection.
"Aren't I a nine-star warrior?"
An Heng said suddenly.
"Anheng?"
"Junior Brother An?"
Everyone was a little surprised.
These days, An Heng has taught them how to practice.
In the outer courtyard, it also has some prestige.
"Could it be that Junior Brother An has become a nine-star martial artist?"
After Wang Ping heard the news, he felt a little helpless.
After An Heng finished speaking, his eyes lit up.
But I have some doubts in my heart.
In just a few days, did Junior Brother An break through and become a nine-star martial artist?
Bai Lin and Yang Xiang were also a little surprised.
The last time I saw An Heng was the Seven Star Warrior!
"Is this the charm of talent!"
"Brother An is awesome!"
"Then if that's the case, our Fengwu Martial Arts Academy may be able to compete for the first place!"
"I want to sign up for this competition!"
An Heng said unhurriedly.
Originally, An Heng didn't want to show off the limelight, after all, cultivation is the most important thing.
But who made him give too much!
Ten bottles of blood energy pills are enough to break through and become a one-star martial artist.
What's more, there are ten bottles of Chongmai Pill and third-rank low-level skills and weapons!
An Heng remembered the 10 yuan first-grade high-level sword in the mall.
Wang Ping said in a meaningful way.
"Little brother, you should think about it carefully, after all, swords have no eyes."
Martial arts competitions are not like usual sparring, and if you are not careful, your life may be in danger.
"Thank you, brother, for your kindness, but I have full confidence!"
Wang Ping also nodded helplessly.
He intends to inform Master about this matter.
After listening to Senior Brother Wang Ping's words, everyone suddenly realized something.
Although senior brother An Heng is very talented, he lacks experience in combat.
Many people were a little downcast.
Wang Ping looked at the outer court disciples again, and said loudly.
"Who wants to sign up for the tournament?"
The disciples below all looked at each other in blank dismay.
Wang Ping said again.
"Master said, as long as you sign up for the martial arts competition, you will be rewarded with a bottle of blood energy pill! If you are injured, there will be other rewards!"
Wang Ping paused.
"Of course, the cultivation level must be at least seven stars or higher!"
Everyone present was a little excited after hearing this.
Immediately someone spoke up.
"I want to participate!"
"me too!"
The people who spoke were Bai Lin and Yang Yang.
They are sure of getting the first ten points.
And some other people with enough cultivation bases no longer hesitated.
Sign up enthusiastically. Although they are seven-star fighters, their master's reward is still a bit exciting.
That was a bottle of blood qi pill.
After Wang Ping's registration was completed, he also looked at everyone.
"Then these people are for the time being."
Wang Ping looked at An Heng again, and decided to check with his master first.
After Wang Ping left, Liu Long said anxiously to An Heng.
"An Heng, why are you so stupid!"
"This time, there are two nine-star warriors in the Huxiao Martial Arts Gym and the Bendao Martial Arts Gym participating in the competition! Narousi, before, he went to the cave to kill the existence of the West Wind Wolf King alone!"
"I heard that that person has a crazy personality!"
Wu Tian, who had been instructed by An Heng, also said worriedly.
"Senior Brother An, although the rewards are very generous, there is no need to be in a hurry. If you get injured, it will be fatal to your cultivation!"
For their persuasion, An Heng's heart warmed up.
"Anheng?"
Yang Yang came over at some point.
"Let me advise you, it's better not to participate. There are two nine-star fighters in this tournament!"
"Be a little self-aware!"
"He was right."
Bai Lin took over the conversation.
An Heng felt a little funny.
"No need, you should take care of yourself more!"
The two were a little surprised, then shook their heads and left.
An Heng felt helpless.
Now I am already a nine-star martial artist, but I have said it all.
Why does no one believe in themselves and be able to win the championship?
